The Bad Ending Of An Otome Game 소설 & 이야기

Alex asked. I sighed. “I can’t watch incomplete series. I have this weird thing about sad endings, so I need to know how it ends to watch it.” Alex turned his eyes at me. “Is that even real?” I nodded. “Yes, I know Titanic has a sad ending so never watched it. Even The fault in our stars. If I know the ending is sad, I can’t watch it.” “So this ending is happy?” “It’s not complete yet.” “So why are we watching it?”

, The virtual farmer screamed with a frown on his face. "You're getting quite bossy aren't you. Just gimme a hoe or something!". Letting out a deep sigh, while trying hard not to toss the phone out the window. I was really frustrated!! "Permanent weapon chosen. First harvest has begun, you have twenty-four hours to collect the item", the mascot disappeared and a pair of eyes appeared. The game closed by itself after a twenty-four hour count down appeared. That night, I slept believing what Bev had told me. It was probably spammers....

Her focus is on the scene happening frame by frame of the bullet making its way slowly into Diaz’s head. The doe eyes lose their life in just an instant, and Althea has finally lost everything. . . THE END . THANK YOU FOR READING AND BEING AMAZING. MORE WORKS TO COME IN THE FUTURE :D Thanks for making it to the end! . I'm planning on maybe doing a kind of sequel to this. I'm not sure how it would work because the maid characters I killed would still be alive but now they would be different characters with nothing to do with their mafia counterparts but Althea would still have gone through everything.

Besides, if something bad happened to her on the way back, Rion would definitely beat them up into a pulp. Odette took a deep breath. She hoped that Rion wouldn’t do anything to Aerith. She was very annoyed when she thought of Aerith. She started wishing for Rion to be taken over by Lucifer then Aerith mistakenly called Lucifer by the name Rion, and Lucifer strangled the girl to death. “Alright, we’ll wait until morning,” she said. ***

“Stop this now! She’s dying!” Lounging like an iguana on her crescent moon, Artemis raised her palm. With a tentative rotation of her wrist, everything froze. Rogue pieces of the shattered glass lay around Raina. Warm blood oozed through the deep gashes on her arm and neck. “Oh, I’m aware of that, but there are no do-overs.” Artemis sadly sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, “The game ends here and so does your mate, Valen.”

“Man didn’t even think about it.” “Some questions don’t need thinking.” That got another round of laughter. And honestly, it felt good. Talking about Amanda didn’t sting. If anything, it made me realize how much I had moved on. Whatever we had belonged to another version of me. A younger one. A dumber one. And maybe this was closure after all. Conversation shifted back to tomorrow’s game. We were all so eager for it. The bell rang after a little while, signaling the end of lunch break. Everybody groaned.

“Every time my phone rings I wonder if it’s the call. And if it’s not his death my mom’s calling about, then it’s something he did. He’s killing himself and there’s no way around that. But he’s going to take someone down with him too. Maybe it’s driving under the influence or selling laced weed to kids. All Bobby does is destroy, and waiting for the end is worse than going through the final never-ending chapter.” “That makes sense,” Quinn says quietly. “Living with the fear of never knowing what’s going to happen would make me anxious.” “In a perfect world, he’d recover. But the world isn’t perfect, and I know the odds of someone coming back from something like this.” “It’s not impossible,”

“Take care of each other. That’s all that matters in the end. The people we chose to love despite everything trying to tear us apart.” He closed the door gently, and we waited. Twenty minutes later, I felt it. The Intent shift, the way reality bent slightly as the Marionettist’s connection to the system severed. Julian’s presence winked out like a candle flame, and the game registered his death. A notification appeared in my vision, visible to everyone who’d been marked as a player: GAME COMPLETION ACHIEVED OBJECTIVE: LENORE PRESERVED RETURN TO ORIGINAL WORLD: OPTIONAL STAY IN LENORE: OPTIONAL

The obvious muscles were a clear sign telling them that this was the consequence of their leaving bad reviews for the flower shop. My mother strode in and sat down. With the confidence and vigor she once had, she calmly asked them what part of the bouquet they had disliked. Those doormats spilled the beans quickly. “Don’t hit me. I’m just a hater someone hired. I never bought your flowers.” In the end, as my mother smiled at them, they gave her a name. “It’s Yvonne Lane.”